My kids started an amazing tradition a few years ago that has grown to be the highlight of my and my husband’s parents’ Christmas season. Our kids, seven kids ages eighteen through thirty-four, call it “The Twenty-Five Days of Christmas,” but you could easily do “The Twelve Days of Christmas” and make it just as special. If you did twelve days, you could literally start it anytime—twelve days before Christmas. Twelve days before the December 31st, etc. Also, this would make a nice outreach for an elderly neighbor or disabled person in a group home, etc.
They prepare the list below and give it to the grandparents before December first. Each day, the grandparent (s ) open the Christmas card for the day (dated—Day One, Day Two, etc.) that contains a signed card with a personal greeting from one of the grandkids (they alternate) and a verse from one of the links below (or that they create) for that day. With the card, they also open a gift that is wrapped (twenty-five of them in our case) that they choose out of a Christmas box.
Something strange happens around Thanksgiving–or worse yet, at Halloween (!)–for those of us with lifelong weight management struggles. We give up. We throw in the towel (or the scales!). We wave a white flag of surrender (or our white granny panties of surrender!). We start eating during our Thanksgiving cooking prep, and we lose all resolve to lose weight. We even lose all resolve to not GAIN weight. It feels hopeless. We feel hopeless.
The food is going to be flying at us in every direction, so we yield to it. After all, if we can’t beat them, we might as well join them! New Year’s resolutions are just around the corner. We’ll do some drastic diet then and undo the damage. We’ve lost many a pound in January–and we know we can do it another year.